Dance with the Devil || Malicious, haunting. Devious looming force, a twisted symphony with which the succubus was lulled forward. Sinister smirk painted across her onyx lips. Heart looking for no shelter, instead painting with a different battle cry. Hazel orbs had been soaked in a ray of knowing, and with this knowledge came thirst. A thirst that was different than her usual, but still just as powerful. She felt hollow, a simple doll. Only worth what she brought to the table, aesthetically speaking. She could feel the ground moving rapidly underneath her heavenly paws. Porcelain mask once again drew blank as her pace slowed. Golden droplets of water sought to sate their lust upon the silky tendrils of her fur. Pristine white banner slapped away the wandering fingers for today the babe was not in the mood. No, she was too determined to get distracted with childish games. The woman was now more determined than ever to get exactly what she wanted.There was only one name that stained her mind and left a bitter taste in her mouth, of her father. Her irritation with things seemed to be growing as she recaleed the Alpha of The East. Maybe she should take a break and do something different. The succubae's merged deep into the depths of the water. She was soon drawn into a trace as she imagined how easy it would be to dispose of another soul in the murky depths. This drew a smirk across the babe's lips. And with that thought she was sucked deep into e reverie. "!"

He had become enchanted by the woman dripping gold without realizing it, he had been so focused on getting these bones to the springs before daylight that he didn't prepare himself for the possibility of running into another wolf up here, let alone a tantalizing woman. He trailed behind her exotic presence at a considerable distance, determined not to be seen just yet; he was on a mission to rid himself of the binding chains these bones had grown around him, and that is what he was going to do. That blue tongue writhed like a serpent beneath those bones as the beast's thick teeth kept them all tightly wound in place, until his massive paws neared the warm edge of the spring's waters and he was able to peer into the mysterious nothingness held inside. His frozen stare glimmered above those waters as they flashed back toward the wandering girl, curious if he'd been noticed yet- but he had come too far to let that stop him now even if she had. Abruptly, his jowls unhinged and the bones rattled together in a sound that never seemed more hollow than it did right now to his impish ears. The bones submerged slowly at first and then sunk inevitably down to the depths meant to be their final resting place. As they disappeared, the colossal dire was able to uncoil from his slouched position over the waters and stand with the renowned pride he often held. His eyes were wide, despite the night, as he searched for the figure that had also come here- the golden-lit silhouette that danced on his horizon and led him closer to freedom. She was here, he could sense her. "You do know the the air iz poisonous here, if you stay long enough...?" His blue tongue flicked behind the thick of his teeth as he rolled each syllabel with a considerable amount of stress in an effort to articulate the best he could.. but his accent was still quite noticably present. Still, it demanded an answer... spoken with a considerable amount of direct questioning as he focused on only her.

Dance with the  Devil || Emitting sensuality, extreme sexuality. Emerged in the depth of the underworld, no sound passing the barrier, no scent, no air, nothing. A womb for some, an escape perhaps and a tomb for these that were not able to understand and foresee the dangerous waters below them. The water moved softly around her outstretched tail, her braids sprputing spider tendrils here and there, caressing warmly at her curvaceous bodice, eddying in its wake. She pulled her tail out and watched the drips behind champagne optics, both transparent and opaque at the same time. They fell as if snatched by gravity to the saline below, each one swiftly haloed by ever-growing rings, distorting the pebbled sea-bed that was rising steams due to its rising temperature. In the breeze of autumn her tail got easily cold, yet her back remained warmed by the early sun and water. Here she could stay all day were it not for the voice of another that took her by surprise. "You do know the the air iz poisonous here, if you stay long enough...?" The more you know. The temptress acutely beautiful visage remained remorseless before a playful grin tagges at the corner of her voluptous, black lips. "Step forward, Mountain King," sensual chords, filled with venom and desire, the steam between them so thick that if it weren't for his collosal figure coated in shadow and his heavily accentrd voice the temptress could not tell at all, the saline getting in the way of scent. "Closer, closer, " she cooed sweetly like a carnivorous plant; a siren luring sailors to the waters to meet their doom with their angellic syllables, she was a black widow setting her webs so the fly can fall in. "Don't be afraid. " "!"

Her venom was working wonders as it came spitting through the fog. He could feel her words piercing through his skin like fangs or needles even, injecting him with their spellbinding poison while it disoriented him yet also... caused him to become undeniably captivated as she practically phantomed into his vision. The mist beneath the lowlit moon made her presence nearly unbelievable, making him wonder if the air hadn't been somehow stronger today and causing him to hallucinate. She was calling him, beckoning him closer to her with not only her words but her tantalizing body language. To him, she was no siren luring him to his own death. No, he held no fear within his bones... as she asked him to be unafraid, the unholy beast answered with the grimmest of chuckles as he had become amused by the ease of her request. To him, she was merely a young and dumb nymph toying with black magic for the first time. She stood there, setting her pentagram summons and practicing her seductive dance under the delusion that she was in control because she had been the one to put the effort into building the trap. Defenses Her coquettish words sparked a fire within him as he ultimately made his decision to give her what she thought she wanted. His muscles began to move on their own as they tensed at his core to bring his weight there and moved beneath the prickling of his thick, mountainously grown fur as his hackles rose to a full stand. He could see her within his reach now just ten feet ahead of him, and although this was his first time actually acting on his desires with intentions of keeping his victim alive... he had envisioned himself doing this to her long before he met her. The desire to lay claim to her was an unspoken language his blood and body knew. From this point on, he moved with muscle memory... no real thought, just instinct gifted to him through the whispers of his chaotic ancestors that perfected this art long before him. The savage could feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through him with a growing fervor beneath those tensed muscles of his abdomen. He did his best to steady his breathing as his paws moved themselves to the corners of his squared stance, knees bending slightly as he anticipated his inevitable launch to come. His ears folded back against his skull and remained tucked there as his blue tongue slithered beneath the cage of his teeth now that it had been awoken, the cover of his cold, blue lips lifting to unveil the presence of his thick set of ridiculous cleavers. They were dripping and drooling, already yearning to taste her while they hung agape and ready to snap depending on how she reciprocated his dance. If she had been expecting some sort of romantic waltz, she would soon discover that a beast like him moved a bit more dirty. Those eyes had such potential to offer the calmest of effects with their flawless sapphire presence. They could have been so gently placed upon her form, they could portray such a beautiful facade of love and admiration to make even the coldest hearts feel the warmth of the ironic fire behind those bright blue eyes. Though, not tonight. Tonight they were narrowed with his pupils just pins in the center of those seas as the bulk of the muscles in his face surrounded the top of his snout and locked their protective hold around such precious gems. His toes found the right grooves of the ground surrounding the spring water, splaying out to keep his paws wide and supportive of his massive weight while he found the most promising starting point. His talons firmly dug into the earth below him as he remained focused on her ahead of him. His world moved in slow motion as his neck lowered to spine level, aligning with the armor of muscle set on his broad shoulders. It was just the two of them in this world, and in this determined mission of his to keep it that way.. he would be relentless. Offense He suddenly erupted as he answered her summons, he would come barreling through the fog like a demon tearing through a dimensional rift to answer the call of her beckoning. His talons scraped against the earth leaving vales in the moist soil beneath him, his takeoff disturbing every bit of the ground around him as he used it to pull himself forward and fly to her and close the distance. A wanting growl started deep in the pit of his stomach as his blood pressure so wonderfully rose, his already opened mouth allowing for that growl to carry to her ears. He hoped it was a suitable answer to the beautifully orchestrated words she had offered him, as.. it was all he was really capable of until after he finished this display of dominance. She needed to know exactly how much he wanted her: enough to keep her locked away for himself and use her in whatever ways he saw fit, for she would be his. Jowls unhinged wider, wider.. the closer he came to her, they readied themselves to seize her. He veered slightly to his left, keeping his teeth aimed to his right as he would try to swing his neck just slightly downward before swinging them again up and to his right side in an attempt to connect with the right side of her neck if she did not properly prepare herself. He aimed to handle with her still with precise care, not wanting to break her precious skin dramatically but bite down hard enough to accomplish a seizing hold with only light puncture wounds from each tip of his cleavers. His forelimbs would immediately shuffle to focus keeping his weight on his left, but allowing his right ankle to bend while his paw hooked around her right leg. He hoped to accomplish pulling her toward him and making her lose her balance, possibly even pull her toward him with such intensity that she would be forced to fall forward off of her forelimbs and on to her chest. And what a beautiful sight that would be. Dominicus vs. Nephthys for SLAVE CLAIM Round: 1 | 2 Height: 45" Build: Heavy Notes; Can change the beginning distance. She's also totally allowed to surrender, as well. I just wanted to make things interesting. I got a lot of inspiration from these two. <3

Hey guys! I didn't realize a fight got started already. I checked with staff and actually loners aren't allowed to do any claim fights. Staff will be fixing up the guidebook after holidays to make it more clear. Sorry for the confusion.

However, if this is a pre-plotted thing feel free to go for it but pre-plotted fights won't be eligible for official judging.

Carry on! -throws confetti and poofs-

Dance with the  Devil || OOC: Due to lack of response from Sin for more than couple of days, I consulted the Staff and Thy's will exit this thread. It was the face of persistence leaping before her, again barring her retreat to the woodlands where safety was surely found. Alarmed, she paused rearing back slightly on bothered hind paws. Her ground nearly giving way as she was faced again with the craved countenance wanting… now pleading that she heed his madness. Yet she wanted not further part in it.Her ears laid back as lips unfurled, stained teeth and crimson gums gnashing instantly at the air. The transition of calmed visage to angered mask was seamless, frightening the female herself in thought but not body. As head bent down to align with rigid tail she stamped forward with the grace of a bovine enraged suiting his uncomplimentary namesake in the hopes he would take her incentive and leave her by. She did not believe herself to be a violent female, yet when placed against an unfavorable circumstance, she had learned, that both mind and body were capable of terrifying reactions some which were bound to surprise oneself as they invoked thought to one’s true, inner nature. She was retreating herself, as she looked to the male again in warning, daring another step in advance. And it was all she gave before releasing the tension, using the very last of her strength to charge into the shadows and conceal herself within. Exitus "!"